The day that never was.

So why am I here, sitting in a (cold) living room in West London, musing on a blog when I should be gallavanting and hobbling in heels at London Fashion Week in Somerset House? Because, my dear friends, the gas repair man failed to show. Yes, that's right! Like the Spring sunshine in London, a hot new, well paid fashion marketing role and higher interest rates, he failed to show and my life,